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Lyrics
[Verse]
On a cold winter's day, with the wind cutting deep,
Kevin and Chuck in the garage, no plans to keep.
On pinconning Road, where the quiet runs wild,
They sparked an idea, a game-born child.
[Verse 2]
A token of smoke drifted up to the beams,
Their boredom dissolved in the warmth of team schemes.
Cornhole, washers, a ring toss or two,
"Let’s sit, take a shot—tequila will do."
[Chorus]
Garage games, where the frost don't bite,
Friends gather 'round on these long cold nights.
Bring your A-game and your money too,
Chuck won't stand to lose—no, he’ll come after you.
[Verse 3]
They hammered some nails, hung a dartboard up high,
With laughter and cheer echoing the sky.
One by one, their friends rolled through,
Beer in their hands, with stories to spew.
[Verse 4]
Chuck’s mid-throw, says, "Loser's gotta buy,
Don't come at me weak, now give it a try."
Kevin just chuckles, sips from his flask,
Winning isn't easy, but it's all in the task.
[Chorus]
Garage games, where the frost don't bite,
Friends gather 'round on these long cold nights.
Bring your A-game and your money too,
Chuck won't stand to lose—no, he’ll come after you.
Details
GeneratedApr 26, 2025
Duration2:47
LanguageEnglish
Style
A fun loving country rock song about garage games, fiddle solo, drum solo, country male vocals
Credits
Prompt by
Karey977
Karey977ModelAria v4
